Thoughts on Life [for the Week]

It hurts.  It hurts to see a world full of pain.  It hurts to see individuals struggling to survive in this messed up world.  It hurts to see loved ones and people who are close to you battle between the right and wrong.  It all hurts.  But what hurts the most is to see a crazy, messed up world rejecting the GREATEST GIFT ever given.

I step back and look at my life.  I tearfully recall the battles between right and wrong.  It hurts to see the effects of bad choices.  It’s hard to ‘get back’ the portion of my heart and life that I gave to Satan as he so slyly fed me lies.  It’s hard to understand why, but I know I deserve a life even worse than the one I have been given.  As I daily pray against the devil and his schemes to tear me apart and take me back to who I was, I wrestle to truly be who God wants me to be.  Hatred and anger fill my heart as I see what Satan has done/and attempts to do in my life and in the lives of the people around me.  I hate it!  I am so sick of him tearing people apart.  I’m sick of his traps, his lies, and his attempts to conquer the world.  I hate it.  I can’t stand it anymore!

It’s then that I realize how God might possibly feel.  And yet, it can’t be that way.  I sin over and over, but He’s always there.  With arms wide open, He receives me for who I am.  He loves me.  He carries me.  He cares for me.  God, the Almighty, Creator of the universe, Giver of life, wants me to be His child.  He is waiting; but so many are rejecting Him for a life full of earthly satisfaction and things that won’t last.  They are spending their short lives to please their flesh while their eternity will be full of anguish.

What am I doing about it??  Here I am, a child of the One True King, trying to live my life in a way that might possibly bring Him glory, when there are thousands who don’t know His name.  Am I willing to give of myself, my money, my life, my possessions, and my comforts to show someone Christ’s love and the hope they can have in Him?  This life is entirely too short to even think of spending my life for myself, and yet, I get so caught up in the moment.  But if I could help one person, even one, that would bring Him so much honor and glory.

“Well done, My good & faithful servant.”  These are the words I long to hear at the end of my life.  Who knows when that might be?  This could be my very last hour of life.  What am I doing with it?  What would be said of my life as my earthly body is laid in a casket?  Life is too short to attempt to make ourselves happy.  What am I doing?  What are you doing?